#evendarkerdays

"meldo, made what you were requesting." the object in hand, now placed on the table. his chest rose and fell with each huff of a laugh. amaridin's perfect craftsmanship, for a tool to restrict one's manhood. adorned the flat cage were elven symbols engraved, magically infused to respond to his touch and words for all manner of effects. vibrations, unlocking, and the like. it too would respond to cosmo's touch and words, at least when they both wanted it to: there would be another spell to lock (and unlock, innuendo fully intended) cosmo out of any interactions with it; what was the point of a cage at all if the other elf could unlock it at will?

After heating up some more popcorn in the microwave Cyrus was ready to go back to his Rocky movies marathon, this would have gone perfectly well if it weren't for the company playing, he replaced the bowl back on the kitchen appliance and huffed in annoyance. He picked up a shirt that was thrown on the sofa and put it on, then fixed his hair a little with his hand and walked lazily to the door, letting out a yawn before opening it. when the alpha opened the door, he almost had a meltdown when he saw that he was standing on his doorstep, time had passed but it wouldn't be a beard and a different haircut that would make him forget the face of that person, his brother Samson. "Sammy? What are you doing here?" he said, astonished and not knowing what to do, after spending his whole life trying to escape this confrontation, there was the youngest bear "please come in" at that moment the undertaker knew it would be a long day.